Call me weird ...

if you must.
but Hiroshima and Nagasaki shadows

have always been really interesting to me,

so i was google imaging pictures of them .

and i found these two that were really cool to me

in a weird creepy way .

& i stumbled across this poem about 2 years ago,

and wouldnt give up until i found it again.

At the Makeshift Aid Station

You girls—

weeping even though there is no place

for your tears to come from;

crying out even though you have no lips to shape the words;

struggling even though you have no skin

on your fingers to grasp anything with—

you girls.

Your limbs twitch, oozing blood and greasy sweat and lymph;

your eyes, puffed to slits, glitter whitely;

only the elastic bands of your panties hold in

your swollen bellies;

you are wholly beyond shame even though your private parts

are exposed:

who could think

that a little while ago

you all were pretty schoolgirls?

Emerging from the flames flickering gloomily

in burned-out Hiroshima

no longer yourselves,

you rushed out, crawled out one after the other,

struggled along to this grassy spot,

in agony laid your heads, bald but for a few wisps of hair.

on the ground.

Why must you suffer like this?

Why must...

--Toge Sankichi